I sat lazily on the couch watching something on Netflix, I wasn't even sure what was happening but that didn't matter my head was somewhere else.

The boy next door.

He was slightly shorter than me, you could hardly tell the difference but I did. He was mascular and very shy, which was odd compared to his body size. His brown hair stuck to his forehead because of how wet it was. His eyes were dark brown and soulful but it held sadness. His cheeks had a beautiful pink shade when he stumbled out of the elevator. It was so adorable how he got all nervous. I would like to get to know him maybe even make friends, he looked interesting.

"What the fuck is this!" Jack shouted storming in to the living room bring me back to reality. His eyes were furious and he held up a pair of boxers, my boxers.

"My boxers," I replied raising a brow.

"Oh, I thought..." He trailed off.

This was begining to bore me. He always accused me of cheating. All the time! He always goes through my phone, social media, even wants a full report on where I was and who I was with and what we were doing.

I love him. I do.

But I don't know what got into him. He woke up one day and was very insecure. So I made sure that I showed him that he could trust me and I was only with him. Even when he got excessively clingy in public I didn't say anything.

"It's okay."I said slowly and walked up to him and pulled him to me and kissed him. I slipped my tongue in his mouth and ran my hands all over his small frame. I wanted to do it. But he pulled away before things got too heated.

"Sorry, baby I'm tired." He said slipping out of my hold and walking off to the bedroom. I sighed and sat back down trying to calm my boner.

This was another thing that developed with the unrealistic insecurity. We stopped having sex. I don't even know when was the last time I came from something other than my hand. It was getting so hard for me I ended up jacking off twice sometimes. This couldn't go on.

Maybe I should do something. Surprise him with something and then make love to him and show him how much I love and appreciate him.

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Saturday night.

I usually work till late but today I had made plans and called my boss and managed to get off early. I was excited. I had picked up take out from Jack's favourite restaurant. Even got his favourite chocolate cake for dessert. Then to top it all of I had his gift sitting in my pocket in a small red leather box. I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I know he's been insecure but I'm sure once he sees I'm ready to commit he won't doubt it.

I opened the apartment door with a smile permanently on my face. He was playing loud music but that wasn't odd he liked doing it. He was not in the living room or the kitchen so he probably was in the bathroom having a bubble bath and drinking wine. This was perfect.

I set up the food and took off my jacket and shoes. I decided to head to the bedroom to change into something maybe formal for this beautiful night.

I pushed the door open and it's like my world shattered.

There he was in bed with another man. Not just any man.

My brother.

His body was covered in hickies, his hands where tied on the head board of the bed and his face was flush with tears of pleasure running down his face.

"W-what the hell is going on?" I asked but I knew what was going on I just didn't want to believe it.

"I-its... I'm sorry," Jack crocked out and started crying. Kyle was busy untying him.

"YOU'RE FUCKING MY BROTHER WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY!"

"Calm down bro, it was all in good fun." Kyle said nonchalantly putting their clothes on.

I couldn't be here, I couldn't, I would end up doing something I regret. So I turned and headed to the door.

"Wait, please baby let's talk about this." Jack pleaded as I put on my shoes, "come on we can get through this. Please baby." He sniffled. Any other time I would have thought it was cute. But now standing in front of him his t-shirt slightly hanging off his shoulder showing the marks I didn't make, his hair standing ever which way, I just don't want him anymore.

"Bab-"

I held up my hand to cut him off I couldn't listen to him anymore.

"Jack, I we've gone through so much, my parents not liking our relationship, but we stuck together and eventually they accepted us. We've spent years together and to Me there was no one, not even a soul that I would ever put above you. You were everything to me, even when you didn't trust me I made sure to prove to you that you could. I was so ready... So ready to prove to you that your the only one I want, I got your favourite every thing and even," I took out the small box, the moment he saw it he gasped I could see regret wash over him for the first time since I found him fucking my brother, "I wanted to propose tonight, and make love to you so you know how beautiful you were to me," I grabbed his hand placed the box on it, "but this was the straw that broke the Carmel's back. I want you out by tomorrow evening. I don't want a single thing that belongs to you in my house, leave my life. We are done."

I turned and walked out the door ignoring his loud crying. I walked in the elevator and fished out my phone.

"Hey mum can I come over tonight?"